Song Qinghuan went to the bank to check, and there was exactly two million inside the card.
When she returned home, she sat on the couch holding the bank card, in silence for a long time.
It was midnight when Shi Yuhuan came home. Song Qinghuan hadn't slept yet and was still sitting quietly, maintaining the same posture she had had in the afternoon.
Seeing Shi Yuhuan return, her calm breathing suddenly grew ragged, her voice painfully hoarse: "Why do you have to give me a bank card again?"
Shi Yuhuan looked at her indifferently. He thought if he'd given her a cheque instead of a bank card, she probably would've torn it up right in front of him and tossed it in his face.
She clearly needed money, but still asked him why he'd given her a bank card, so stubborn and out of touch with reality.
He really had no idea how she figured out to give gifts when she first joined the company.
After a moment's thought, he was sure she hadn't come up with that tactic herself.
